‘Gevrans! Do not yield!’ roared Alarik. ‘He’s only one man!’ Shen smiled, blandly. ‘Actually, I’m a witch.’ Then he threw one of the swords directly at Alarik’s head. It skewered a branch on his crown, ripping it from his hair and carrying it across the altar, where the blade embedded itself in the ceremonial plinth. Alarik went deathly pale. He backed away, gingerly patting the top of his head. ‘Tor! TOR!’
Oh my god
